The King of Pop’s long-gestating, much re-shot biopic finally lands and Michael is exactly the biopic you should expect.

You can’t accuse Óliver Laxe of lacking the courage of his narrative convictions when it comes to Sirāt.

Caitlin Fang and Will Or do good work, but A Foggy Tale is just a bit too nice all things considered.

It may feel like a day in a dark theatre given how deliberate A New Dawn can be.

Kristoffer Borgli manages to partially deconstuct a thorny subject for us non-Americans in The Drama.

Pegasus 3 is exactly the same movie as Pegasus and Pegasus 2, so at least there’s no disappointment.

Now this… We’re Nothing at All is the Herman Yau we’ve all come to know and love.

The Secret Agent is a demanding watch, but it’s also a really, really rewarding one.

You may care about ping pong as much as Chalamet cares about opera, but Marty Supreme is one of his best.

If competency porn is high on your entertainment score card, then Project Hail Mary has it all over.

Ciao UFO finally visits and wow, what a difference a few years makes.

If you like your drama dialled up to 11 all the time, Hamnet is for you.

Directors Veronica Bassetto and Sophie Yang might have futures as game designers if Gamer Girls goes belly up.

If this were the 2010, Maggie Gyllenhaal’s The Bride! would rate a hearty "Yass Queen!”

Gavin Lin’s Sunshine Women’s Choir is treacly hokum and completely ridiculous. It’s Taiwan’s biggest local hit ever.

Tracy Choi’s Girlfriends makes for a nice middle entry in what, fingers crossed, might be a smart, sapphic trilogy.

Liu Kuan-ting and Jennifer Yu suffer wedding day emotional mania in Joseph Hsu’s surprisingly engaging Double Happiness.

Not sure what it means if date night is Wuthering Heights, but hey. Whatever works.

It’s CNY, it’s got funny bits, there’s gold, but Jack Ng’s Night King has more on its mind than red pockets.

There’s not making sense, then there’s The Snowball on a Sunny Day.